Ok, I know, I know, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, and never will be, because humour is like that. That’s one thing I just love about all our senses of humour– it’s all so different. Because when you find your soulmate, chances are, a good part of it will be because of matching senses of humour. It’s like a summary of all our experiences, our upbringing, culture and personality, our exposure to the world and all we’ve read and absorbed, a testament to our core attitudes and view of life. What we laugh at is like a stripped-down Myers-Briggs score.
I’m grateful for a sense of humour. I’m relieved to have an open, easily-tickled sense of humour, and for a loud, hearty laugh.
I’m sure I’ve read research somewhere that shows that people who laugh more live longer, because laughing does feel so very, very good. I think a person can bounce from most of life’s unpleasant curveballs as long as they hang on tight to their sense of humour. It’s how you keep perspective when you can’t physically move away to get some distance, when you must stay still, suck it up and deal with it. Humour is a lifeboat when it’s yours, and a thrown life-ring when it’s someone else’s. It’s not the umbrella, but the thing that makes you laugh and dance in the rain.
And just because I find Benedict Cumberbatch rather sexy, and I giggled my way through this: